The Rain Came Down

 Once, the rain came down. It was the enchanted forest, so it was enchanted rain. And it made everything it touched gleam vibrant.

    Once, the rain came down. It wasn't in the enchanted forest, so it was just ordinary rain. Still, the clean up job wasn't too shabby; things looked... nice.

    Once, a child watched the rain come down, and couldn't tell the difference.

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